hill and woodside

She slipped from her swaddle and rushed out the door and of her fair countenance was seen no more. The deep woods did swallow her, the mom would say, while wailing and pleading to all who would stay e'en for a few moments at her home's front stoop through which her young daughter had once flown the coop. There was a search party that sallied in vain that combed hill- and wood-side through hail snow and rain that of the wee maiden found not hide nor hair while chased through the brush by wolf boar and brown-bear. Like all young and innocent who just vanish in ways unexplainable and outlandish the girl felt not anything akin to fear for Nuuzstathena was suddenly near and saved the sweet child and took her afar and transformed her weary bones into a star. It sparkles and shimmers most nights in the east just below Orion's still-struggling beast; weep not for the little ones – Goddess keeps watch and hers is a gentle and merciful touch.

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